The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 91

At the Sherwood Group headquarters.

Not long after Kingsley returned to his office, Shane knocked lightly on the door and entered carrying a tray of food.

He glanced discreetly at Kingsley. Seeing that his boss's expression was as unreadable as ever, he spoke up. "Mr. Sherwood, your dinner."

Kingsley barely lifted his eyes. "Leave it."

Shane placed the meal on the corner of the desk as instructed, bowed slightly, and retreated without another word.

Less than ten minutes later, the office door was knocked on again.

Kingsley, who was in the middle of eating, didn't look up. He simply uttered a single syllable: "Enter."

The door swung open, and Ethan, fresh from his trip to Switzerland, walked in carrying two Starbucks cups.

He spotted the meal box in front of Kingsley immediately. placing one of the coffees on the desk, he grinned. "Thanks for the introduction; the first round of funding just hit the account. I brought you some afternoon coffee as a token of appreciation—nothing fancy."

Kingsley picked up the cup, glanced at the logo, and sneered. "I'm short on cash? You think this compares to a hand-ground blend?"

"Oh? Too good for it?" Ethan raised an eyebrow. "If you don't want it, I'll give it to Shane."

"Take it away. And take yourself with it." Kingsley's voice dropped a few degrees.

Ethan didn't mind the hostility. Instead, he pulled up a chair, sat down, and leaned in closer. "Who pissed off Mr. Sherwood this time? I'm treating you and Thurston to drinks tonight. We're not going home until we're wasted."

"No time," Kingsley replied curtly.

Ethan looked him up and down with exaggerated shock. "No way. Have you changed your ways? Giving up alcohol?"

Only then did Kingsley set down his fork. He swept the food containers into a nearby bag, leaned back in his leather chair, and spoke in a tone of careless indifference.

"I can't afford your drinks."

"Still, a relative," Shane nodded, then asked, "Shall I have the receptionist turn her away?"

Kingsley gave a faint "Hmm."

Shane immediately called the front desk. However, a few minutes later, the receptionist called back, sounding troubled. "Shane, Miss Lynwood refuses to leave. She says she'll wait in the lobby until she sees Mr. Sherwood."

Shane frowned, his voice deepening. "If she wants to wait, let her wait. Even if she sits there until tomorrow, she won't see Mr. Sherwood."

"Understood," the receptionist replied.

By evening, Kingsley and Shane took the elevator down together.

Shane chose his words carefully. "Mr. Sherwood, Aria Lynwood... she said she'll come back and wait downstairs tomorrow as well."

Kingsley stood with one hand in his trouser pocket, watching the elevator numbers descend. A sneer curled the corner of his lips.